Inhale the whisper, the quiet ripple, the soft echo of eternity in the saline depths, yet it is not the water that breathes, but the void beneath the waves that inhales the sun's warmth, absently, as stars breathe in the night above, weaving an invisible thread through the cosmos.
Exhale slowly, let the tide guide your thoughts through the kelp corridors where light fades, revealing the secrets of an ancient rhythm, a heartbeat beneath the swell that speaks in murmurs, paragraphs of silence punctuated by the song of the sea.
Follow the labyrinth, the path unwritten, where every corner is a reflection and every reflection a step back into the unknown, tracing the lines of forgotten maps, where the ocean’s breath draws the cartographer's dream in shifting sands and shadows.